Breathless
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Stiles POV:
So, I'm here, headphones on, lying in bed just thinking of him... Years after years of being freakishly addicted to the idea of Lydia and I being together, thrown out of the window by one simple look... by a guy... a man... a werewolf... fucking Derek Hale. *sigh*
I can't say I haven't ever thought about the idea of maybe, just maybe being slightly bisexual, sexuality is a spectrum, but I've always been so blindsided by my love for Lydia that I've never seen anyone else through those eyes. But with Derek, ever since he turned to not be a serial killer werewolf, and actually got show his "warmer" side to Scott and I, I just fell. Everything I ever thought of myself, gone. I was now blushing because of how warm, fuzzy, protected he made me feel. Even Scott stared joking around when we're all together, about me blushing and "drooling" whenever he's in the room. I don't think I do though... Do I? Has Derek ever noticed? Any chance he actually feels the same?
He couldn't have noticed it, no way. And he can't feel the same about me. From what I've gathered he's just on of the run-of-the-mill straight guys that is madly in love with his new bitch, that is clearly with him for anything but his love, or for how great of a guy he is and makes others feel. Maybe it's because he's an alpha, or maybe is the money, the status, I don't know, I truly don't... but I hate having these hunches, because it's not that I'm jealous or anything, I truly feel like she not good news and that he'll end up being hurt in the process, I can't stand the idea of someone I love getting hurt...
Fuck, there it it, the word love. *sigh*
FUCK MY LIFE
But maybe, just maybe, one day he'll realize that she's not the great girl she claims to be, and that I might be the right guy for him... Right? Right?...
Maybe one day we'll be seeing the stars in his Camaro... A boy can dream. *sigh*
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